JonathanLivingstonSeagull
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Right, well i am probably not the first to say it, but the bloody kids chucking f***ing celery about have been doing my head in.
I like sitting in the blocks with a bit of atmosphere, but not while there are moronic children endlessly playing with scraps of vegetable and chucking it about all over the place.
alright, its fine and all good fun, this includes inflatables, before the game, and maybe five minutes in. but it always goes on too long, even if the game was a little bit of a washout, having some brat playing silly cocks and hanging a lob of celery off your ear does not go in any way toward entertaining in it's place. last time i checked we were there to watch football.
i could have cheered when those lads got chucked out for carrying it on. i looked over and other little sods were stuffing ratty ends of the stuff in their tracksuit pockets. i would have given them a clip round the ear, but i expect their gorilla-like father was watching secretly from somewhere, possibly the trees behind, with a smirk, waiting for such an eventuality, and just champing at the bit to dish out some pain.
well anyway, rant over.
am i right in thinking there is something about celery for BHAFC fans from the glorious past? i read that once...
'if she don't come, i'll tickle her bum... with a stick of celery' ...?
this is all well and good, but lets chant that, rather than let the little fuckers turn a football match into a ruddy food fight.
gah!
ps. i love stewards
I like sitting in the blocks with a bit of atmosphere, but not while there are moronic children endlessly playing with scraps of vegetable and chucking it about all over the place.
alright, its fine and all good fun, this includes inflatables, before the game, and maybe five minutes in. but it always goes on too long, even if the game was a little bit of a washout, having some brat playing silly cocks and hanging a lob of celery off your ear does not go in any way toward entertaining in it's place. last time i checked we were there to watch football.
i could have cheered when those lads got chucked out for carrying it on. i looked over and other little sods were stuffing ratty ends of the stuff in their tracksuit pockets. i would have given them a clip round the ear, but i expect their gorilla-like father was watching secretly from somewhere, possibly the trees behind, with a smirk, waiting for such an eventuality, and just champing at the bit to dish out some pain.
well anyway, rant over.
am i right in thinking there is something about celery for BHAFC fans from the glorious past? i read that once...
'if she don't come, i'll tickle her bum... with a stick of celery' ...?
this is all well and good, but lets chant that, rather than let the little fuckers turn a football match into a ruddy food fight.
gah!
ps. i love stewards
Its called having a bit of fun. 
